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![]() | It Was Nice While It Lasted ![]() My cold feet yapping at me. Written for Cramp. ![]() |
Greetings, Staine! I'm here as a fellow member of I Write 2025. A quiet, contemplative poem, musing about your collection of books and wondering if you have too many. I can picture you sitting before the fire with a good book, enjoying it against the bitter chill outside. Then, the moment comes when you begin to declutter, wishing your well-read books a fond farewell. The free verse is creative and easygoing, beginning each verse with the phrase "I sit alone" and offering us a variation on the theme as we advance through the poem. First you have your thoughts, then you have your books, and at the end you have your thoughts and your books and are content in the moment. I see Comic font is your favorite... I will gently remind you certain iOS devices do not format Comic. No problem for me anymore, but just a thought. Size 4 Verdana is my personal favorite. I might suggest adding more sensory details to the poem to engage us in the moment. What's the weather outside? (Is it frightful? Is the fire delightful? ![]() Take care, thanks for sharing, and keep writing ![]() ![]() ![]()
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